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The loose rocks in the concrete tremple Under my vigourous steps The fire of my temper transfered Into my every forward motion The fire in my heart turned into The fire in my legs Burning from the intensity of my pace So I turned around And slowed down The Jersey calves were staring at me One stood out Just a little A diamond among rhunestones She started through me With big black eyes and long lashes She nodded So I kept going Taking in the way the sunshing Made the vuluptious hills near home Shimmer and smile I'm sure that sounds silly If you lived here You would know what i mean Timid to go home I note the bluebird perched on a whote fence post I knew it was going to be ok Just like the bluebird in the persimmon tree that first time and every bluebird since then My little garduan angles That remind me to breath a little Easier

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